" Right, thought Chris with a sarcastic nod of the head. Safe investment, huh! The dealer, some guy Sandy had picked up in the park and brought home f...or an afternoon of frolic and post-hippie lovemaking, sold them the goods and ripped them off on the same night. Some scam!He'd come late at night to break up the kilo and weigh out the pound in front of the two girls. Next thing Chris remembered she was lying on the floor from an overdose of PCP sprinkled in the marijuana -- a drug she'd smoked. . um ... all day to cut that out.” She pulled my head to hers to kiss me deeply. “I was just going to ... ah! Can I just ... ooh.” she shuddered. “That’s not fair!” But it didn’t stop her kissing me again. “That’s just great, but I’m hungreee ... ahh.”It was tempting to see how long I could keep her in bed, but my insides were telling me it was time for breakfast, too.Bacon and eggs, mushrooms, toast and real coffee. Wendy... Gwen tucked in as enthusiastically as I did. Oh, I do like a girl who. I was at the pearly gates, and they had just parted. I folded her within my arms protectively, feeling her heels moving against my shins."Oh," she said with a sniff, her quivering lips damp and trembling as my prong traveled up and down her slit, lying in the wiggling length of her crease, seeking a point of entry. "Well, if you don't go any farther."I held her hip with my left hand and slid my right down her belly to her hairy mound. "Whatever you say," I told her. "The storm will. After all, this is Kirsten. I walked my bike, and we got to the van before it left."Mom, this is Kirsten Kennedy." Nice to finally meet you Kirsten. I've been hearing a lot about you lately."Not from me, I thought. "Kirsten invited me over to her house. Can I go?"Mom looked me up and down. Please, please, I thought, don't say anything about needing to change into my play clothes. "It's all right with me. Are you sure it's all right with your mother, Kirsten?" It's fine. I already checked." Are.